I wanted a Hornady LnL shell plate #8. The crusading zealots there are just obsessed with flagging anything related to reloading. Unfortunately, I think the disease is communicable, and I have gotten it myself. I have found that I need help. Here is the ad I published, looking for treatment for my dual condition, maybe you can help me?
Willing to barter for psychiatric help - $1 (Raleigh-triangle)
Date: 2010-03-24, 7:58AM EDT
Reply to: sale-2radd-1658714879@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
I have a rare combination of diseases for which I need help, and am willing to barter if you know of treatment.
First of all, I am tormented with hoplophobia. For those of you who do not know this awful disease, it is an irrational fear of inanimate objects. I am stricken with paranoid delusional fantasies of inanimate objects taking on a life of their own and causing harm. Particularly this irrational fear manifests itself in believing these inanimate objects have a morality or ethical dimension to them. My own hellish torment in this area comes from deep seated belief that guns are evil and diabolical, rather than simple mechanical objects, and that they will jump out of their holsters or off the table and spray death on their own. No amount of rational facts or reasonable argumentation can kill this schizoid tendency in me. Believe me, people have tried.
My second affliction is an obsession with Craig's list. No matter how ridiculous it may sound, I have this obsessive compulsive disorder which forces me to cruise Craig's list and flag material related to my hoplophobic disorder. Deep down inside I know I am being silly, but honestly, my sense of moral dogooderness is on edge and the only relief I can get is to compulsively review Craig's list until I find something about "reloading" or "brass" or something like that. For a few moments, I experience the glorious feeling that I really am better than everyone else because I care so deeply...., but then the awful cycle begins again.
I would prefer to barter for services. I have reams of nice happy tracts about how to rescue the ozone layer, how fish feel pain from hooks, and how hunting should be outlawed and hunters should be forced to get their meat where everyone else does... from the grocery store! I also have nice printed tracts on how vegans and recyclers are the only nice people we really have in society, and how fur should be outlawed. These are printed with organic ink on recycled paper and would look great in the waiting room of any psychiatric clinic. You can send me an email at betterthanyou@enviroloon.com. Won't someone out there help me?
Willing to barter for psychiatric help - $1 (Raleigh-triangle)
Date: 2010-03-24, 7:58AM EDT
Reply to: sale-2radd-1658714879@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
I have a rare combination of diseases for which I need help, and am willing to barter if you know of treatment.
First of all, I am tormented with hoplophobia. For those of you who do not know this awful disease, it is an irrational fear of inanimate objects. I am stricken with paranoid delusional fantasies of inanimate objects taking on a life of their own and causing harm. Particularly this irrational fear manifests itself in believing these inanimate objects have a morality or ethical dimension to them. My own hellish torment in this area comes from deep seated belief that guns are evil and diabolical, rather than simple mechanical objects, and that they will jump out of their holsters or off the table and spray death on their own. No amount of rational facts or reasonable argumentation can kill this schizoid tendency in me. Believe me, people have tried.
My second affliction is an obsession with Craig's list. No matter how ridiculous it may sound, I have this obsessive compulsive disorder which forces me to cruise Craig's list and flag material related to my hoplophobic disorder. Deep down inside I know I am being silly, but honestly, my sense of moral dogooderness is on edge and the only relief I can get is to compulsively review Craig's list until I find something about "reloading" or "brass" or something like that. For a few moments, I experience the glorious feeling that I really am better than everyone else because I care so deeply...., but then the awful cycle begins again.
I would prefer to barter for services. I have reams of nice happy tracts about how to rescue the ozone layer, how fish feel pain from hooks, and how hunting should be outlawed and hunters should be forced to get their meat where everyone else does... from the grocery store! I also have nice printed tracts on how vegans and recyclers are the only nice people we really have in society, and how fur should be outlawed. These are printed with organic ink on recycled paper and would look great in the waiting room of any psychiatric clinic. You can send me an email at betterthanyou@enviroloon.com. Won't someone out there help me?
